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night like a river, banks are steep carry my burden, bury my worry deep it's like she told me some time ago there's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow i could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath and i could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest bound and delivered, i returned tried to forgive her for all the ground we burned maybe tomorrow waters will clear i'll shake this sorrow and leave my worry here From Letras Mania